Everyone’s a Chef

It taught me however that no one lacks skills

Everyone’s a chef if you have the time and the will

Postmortem

Postmortem is conducted

And reality comes to light

New Directions

A river carved its way
Through the rocks and sandy plains

A Time When

There was a time when
Princess was more than a term
I felt more alive than numb

Mannequin

The rear view mirror only shows
Dark alleys and broken tail lights

Taking A Stand

In between the hushed talks

I shall take a stand

Lifelong Gift

​My heart built a tower of hope crazily

With pillars of expectations and mystical dreams…

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Idol

​I found my idol 

Right across the street, 

Followed him everywhere, 

Observing his every deed

A Spark

A touch of black makes white turn grey,

And just like that, I wasn’t the same

Duality

The mysteries of your wise words

Are no longer sharp enough to kill my dreams in sleep,

I know you are just twisting words to suit your theories,